I met up with an old friend who’s an acrobat. He texted “I really want something sweet tonight” and me being oblivious flirtation bought him over some chocolate. He had something else on his mind though…

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Since coming back to the UK, I hadn’t met up with my friend the acrobat too much. We had however started to exchange a lot of texts, sending photos of our food to each other ect. One night, I got a text saying “I really want something sweet tonight.” and me being clumsy and oblivious as always went over to his place with a bag full of chocolates. Whilst he found it very funny, and we washed the chocolates down with some cider, he corrected my misunderstanding on what “sweet” thing he wanted.

He takes my hand and walks me up the stairs to his bedroom. It’s dark and I can barely see him, but I can feel him which makes it ok. He pulls me into him, chest to chest and I can feel the warmth of his body against mine, feel his hard muscles pressed against my soft chest. I trace the outlines of his arms, touch his shoulders and spread my fingers across the base of his neck. I love how his body feels, it’s fun to trail my fingers over the lines of his body, because they’re so defined. It’s like being able to touch strength. He’s actually quite lean though, and tall, so when he scoops me up and places me on the bed I feel almost overcome.

It looks like a dark shadow, his body completely covers mine. Light kisses are placed on my neck, down towards my collarbone. His mouth encloses over one breast, his hand cupping the other. I arch my back, trying to bring myself closer to him. My hands run over his short hair, down the back of his neck and massage his shoulders. He continues to suck on my breasts, flicking his tongue over a nipple before switching over to the other one. His hands hold onto my waist, fingers splaying over my stomach. Soft caresses over each of our bodies turn harder, trying to grasp onto the other, feeling a need to have more.

I’m gasping out, he moves back up and covers my mouth with his own. We kiss deeply, tongues fighting each other, biting lips, feeling desperate. I’m so wet, I can’t think straight, I want more but at the same time I love this kind of passionate kissing. He pulls my entire body up a bit, and I’m again reminded by how strong he is, he lifts my legs up so that they rest on his shoulders. Pausing for a bit, both of us panting, bodies straining.

He tries to say something, but I don’t want to hear anything, instead just let a small moan escape as his hands probe my wetness. I can’t wait much longer and he knows this. In a swift move he fills me up completely and I’m startled for a moment, but then cry out in pleasure as his starts to slowly fuck me. Slow, deep thrusts, calculated to take me to the edge. I lift my hips up, trying to meet him, trying to speed things up. I know he’s playing with me, and I both hate it but love it also.

I’m not tortured for long though as he quickens his pace, and the faster he gets the louder I get too. I can hear the bed creaking beneath us, my own hands have beat on the wall beside me as I struggle to control the amazing waves that have over taken my body. I don’t care if the neighbours can hear though, in fact, I would be surprised if they couldn’t. But I also don’t care because this just feels so good. I’ve wanted it for so long, the feel of him pounding into me, filling me up, pulling out before driving back in. It’s intense and I don’t know how much I can take but I want to take it all.

I don’t know how long we fuck for, switching so I’m on top, riding and grinding on top of him, me on my knees as he takes me from behind, occasionally I even suck my own juices of his dick. We’re animals and it’s at the peak of the wildness that I realise my body’s at breaking point. Not painful breaking, but agony at how good this all feels, so good that I can’t take anymore and I cum hard whilst he’s still in me. My body loses almost all it’s energy but he’s not far behind collapsing on top of me.

We’re left sweaty, panting but satisfied. No energy for cuddles or kissing, instead both enjoying the after waves of our ecstasy and falling into the darkness of sleep. Sex with an acrobat wasn’t as complicated as I thought it would be, but it was insanely good.